It was the usual day in the pizzeria; Vincent and Scott were fighting, Mike was occasionally yelling at them while checking the cameras, Jeremy was shutting the doors when Mike told him to, and Alex was laying asleep on Javis. All was good in the pizzeria, since it was only night two, and that was pretty easy to handle.
Well, all was good, until they heard a noise. Alex woke up, yawning. "Hm? What's that sound?" he asked, being shooshed by everyone. They all strained to hear the noise, hoping it would be heard again so they could identify it. "Is that crying?"
"It seems like it . . . Must be a child who got left here," Mike said. "Alex, watch the cameras," He waited until Alex was watching the cameras to run out the door, going to the actual dining area. Thankfully, none of the animatronics were there, and he located the child, who was crying under the table. "Hey, it's alright . . . Come here." He picked up the child.
They found out the kid was named Trevor, and that he really hated the pizzeria. He was only here for his birthday party, which was in a few days, and his asshole brother left him here because he kept crying. So he hid under the table, scared of the animatronics.
"Poor kid," Scott said, looking down at the small crying child. He knew of a few children who hated the place, but none of them got stuck here, because their parents usually took them away and never went there again.
Alex was very uneasy; kids usually made him uncomfortable, despite the fact Javis basically acted like a kid all the time. It's not that Alex hated kids, it's that they were kinda gross. He was more likely to get sick because of his asthma, and might go to a hospital because of the germs on kids. "Yeah . . . poor kid," he muttered, sitting closer to Javis.
"Hey! It's okay, little dude!" Javis said with a smiley emoji popping up on his iPhone head. He picked up Trevor, making Alex flinch a bit and scoot away. "Don't cry! We'll protect you from the scary, scary animatronics!" Javis beamed, the kid's crying slowly stopping.
"Y-yeah! We will," Jeremy said nervously, giving the kid a small smile. Honestly, Jeremy liked kids, but he didn't get to be around them too much. He had been working the night shift ever since he got a job here.
Mike sighed and nodded. Honestly, he could understand why the kid was scared, but he was worried that Trevor was gonna mess with something and get them all killed. On the other hand, he couldn't just leave the kid in the dining area.
Now, Trevor was glad he was surrounded by the security guards . . . even though they looked odd. The short brown-haired boy with brown eyes sat next to a pile of broken animatronic bits. He toyed with them a bit, thinking over the past events. Usually, Trevor was crying all the time. His only escape from his asshole brother was school, which, he actually skipped quite a few grades. The only reason he didn't skip more grades is that his school was worried that he would get social problems.
However, Trevor's father gave Trevor books about robotics and the study of the brain. He wanted his son to be a genius. He didn't want Trevor to be stupid like his older brother, Jonathan. Jonathan hated Trevor for being smarter than him.
Now it's only been five fucking minutes since Mike brought the kid to the office, and he was already regretting it. Trevor was taking apart the broken bits of animatronics and making weird ass machines. "What the hell are you making now?" Mike asked, looking at these weird flat Hex Bug things.
"I call them Mind Bugs!" Trevor said, grinning at Mike. "They're funny little guys, and if they like a person they attach to them . . . and something happens!" Trevor grinned. Mike frowned, not liking the last part. "It's not something bad!"
Before anyone could say anything else, the Mind Bugs scattered out, crawling up almost all of the guards. Protests and cries of "get this off of me" were heard before the bugs attached to the bases of their skulls, and the bugs sent an electrical current up their spinal cords, changing their brain waves . . .
Well, except for Javis, the bugs didn't like him. Right now he was the one who had to handle the cameras and doors because the other guards had gotten killer headaches. The Mind Bugs had implanted a chip in their spinal cords to help re-regulate their brain waves. After their shift, the guards went home and went to bed, not realizing what had happened to them.